A white cloth was covered with a bed board in the room, and through the curve under the white cloth, it could be seen that it was a woman, lying quietly. The rooms here don't have much light even in broad daylight, and the room looks a little gloomy.

There was a sound of footsteps in the distance, from far and near. The door of the room was also opened, and except for the fifty-year-old man who opened the door, his face was expressionless, and the other five people were all frowning. After all, the body had been parked for six days, and a disgusting smell came to my face.

The six of them entered the house, walked to the side room, and saw the door panel where the body was lying. The old man sighed, "Okay, the people are here, you can take a look." Among the four people who came to claim stood an old man, about sixty years old, but his body was very strong, about one meter and seven years old, leopard eyes and beard, his hair and beard were gray, but no one dared to treat him as an old man.

The old man stood beside the bed, stretched out his rough palm, stretched out his bruised palm, trembled towards the white cloth, and then carefully pulled it down, his lips trembling slightly, as if whispering something. The other three family members also stretched out their heads and widened their eyes, and finally, the person on the bed board showed his true face. The old man cried out sadly, "Girl." Two men in their early thirties also had red eyes, "Girl." ”

The bell catcher who had brought them had already gone out, and the only sound in the room was the sound of sighing and the muffled sniffing of the four men. The old man calmed down a little and asked Xiang Zuo, "Old man, how did my daughter become such a field?" "The fatal wound is the strangulation mark on the neck, and from the mouth that sent her, I know that Ling Yuan should have committed suicide at that time, and there was no one else around." "After decades of work, I am used to seeing life and death, and now I am not only a pity, but also difficult to make waves in my heart.

The old man spoke again, "My daughter has a strong temperament, and she is not a person who will go to a dead end. Please also ask the old gentleman to tell me in detail, the old man has saluted you. "As he spoke, he bowed. He hurriedly held on, "I can't do it, I can't do it." Alas, since you insist on listening, brother, then I will say it carefully. It's just that you have to slow down, brother. The old man nodded heavily with red eyes.

Only then did he say slowly, "There is indeed only one fatal injury, but there are many other bruises on Ling Yuan's body, and it seems that he was also beaten before his death." Then there are the binding marks on both hands and feet. And finally this nakedness, alas. He shook his head.

Although the words were not finished, the few people present understood what they meant. The old man gritted his teeth and turned his head angrily, staring at the man with bruises on his face. I saw that the man did not approach the bed, but was more than a meter away, his eyes were not focused, and he just stood upright. The old man looked at him like this and roared angrily, "Brute." ”

Two men in their thirties were also angry, one of them pressed his shoulder, kicked him behind the knee, and knelt on the ground with a "plop". The old man walked up to the man and "snapped" with a big mouth, pointed to the woman's slightly deformed face, and shouted in a low voice, "Luo Qing, take a look, take a good look." Back then, I handed over Yuxiang to you, hoping that you could let her live in peace, but now, what are you doing? Back then, I didn't agree with you coming to the capital, you have to bring her here, what about now. I'm really blind, how could I give Yuxiang to someone like you. ”

The two men behind him also became angrier and angrier the more they listened, pressing Luo Qing's shoulder and faintly hearing the click of bones. Luo Qing also came back to his senses a little, his eyes looked at the white cloth, but he didn't look at the face revealed. There were bruises on his face and bleeding from the corners of his mouth, so he was not embarrassed. The two men behind him pulled Luo Qing's arm back, the amplitude basically reached the limit, the two looked at each other, and then pushed forward viciously, Luo Qing's forehead "passed" on the big bluestone floor, the whole face was attached to the floor, and his hands naturally hung on the ground. The old man and the two men both saw Luo Qing's shoulders swaying slightly, and they also heard suppressed crying. The old man looked at the corpse lying on the bed, and his rough palm gently caressed the woman's face. One man crouched down with his head in his hands, and the other looked up at the beams. The sad atmosphere in the room even spread outside, leaning against the wall, looking into the distance, without saying a word.

It only took one day for Dong Yuxiang's body to be buried, and if it was put again, it would be seriously damaged. The tombstone is made of wooden signs, and the time is urgent, as long as it is so. Luo Qing bit his fingertips and wrote an epitaph and inscription with blood. Luo Qing pulled his 5-year-old son to kneel in front of the grave, while the old man and two men were burning paper and throwing money on the side. It was a time of male superiority and inferiority, and generally speaking, husbands did not have to bow down to their wives. Seeing Luo Qing's lost soul, the old man and the two men just had red eyes and didn't say anything.

The old man and the two men are both from Cangzhou, the old man's name is Wang Yi, and he opened a dart game in Cangzhou. Over the years, going south and north can be regarded as accumulating some reputation, but darts are not a safe job such as express delivery, and there are a lot of bandits and bandits in places that the imperial court can't control, so the dart bureau has also become a desperate job with a head. Dong Yuxiang's mother didn't survive when she gave birth to her, his father was an old dart master under Wang Yi, who was seriously injured during a dart and died, leaving a ten-year-old daughter Dong Yuxiang who was accepted by Wang Yi as a righteous daughter. The two men who accompanied him this time were also in the same situation as Dong Yuxiang, and they were also Wang Yiyi's sons, earlier than Dong Yuxiang, and they were considered brothers. Wang Yi himself also has a son and a daughter, plus two sons and a daughter, and the five brothers and sisters grew up together and had a good relationship.

Luo Qing entered the dart game thirteen years ago, Wang Yi saw that he was good and his character was good, and later accepted him as an apprentice and taught him carefully. Eight years later, he married his beloved daughter to him. Luo Qing did a good job in the dart game, and after marrying a wife, he also lived a happy life, and he had a higher goal in his heart, that is, the capital.

There are as many officials and nobles in the capital, and there are many opportunities, and you may be able to climb to the peak if you take one. So regardless of Wang Yi's persuasion, he took Dong Yuxiang to the capital. But I didn't expect that the capital was not as beautiful as I imagined. There are a lot of skills here, and the competition is fiercer than elsewhere. Luo Qing took the plate he brought and opened a small dart game, but he couldn't get business at all. If you want to go back to Cangzhou, Luo Qing really can't pull that face, and his wife Dong Yuxiang also supports the dream in her husband's heart, so the family is struggling to live in the capital. The only joy is that Dong Yuxiang gave birth to a son, and the Luo family is also a queen.

Although the difficult life in the capital did not make Luo Qing collapse, eight years of unsatisfactory life made Luo Qing, who was not young, slowly change his personality. is no longer unruly in his bones, no longer has the momentum of not being afraid of heaven and earth, and slowly becomes a businessman who smiles when he sees people and is careful in his words and deeds.

Eight days ago, a son from other places was playing near Shuangping Village and happened to meet the mature and sexy Dong Yuxiang. In the evening, a group of family-like people came, all of them fierce and vicious. He put the knife on Luo Qing's neck and threw a burden on the table. Luo Qing didn't look at the white silver, but looked at his wife with a complicated face. When the two family members were about to enter the hut to find their son, Dong Yuxiang compromised. The next day was the tragedy. Luo Qing followed his family to a secluded courtyard more than ten miles away with his unfallen skills, looking at the high-walled gate there, which was heavily guarded, and suddenly lost his courage in his heart. Once he runs over, what should he do with his son, Sun Ran has lived in Shuangping Village for seven years, but he is still an outsider, and his son may not be able to be raised and helped by the Ji clan. Moreover, if this group of people comes to cut the grass and leave no roots, where can five or six-year-old children hide. Luo Qing left, not even having the courage to take one last look at his wife being pulled into the yard.

The latter is to drink to relieve sorrows, and the silver on the table can be about three hundred taels. This year, it was only ten or twenty taels to buy a beautiful little girl, which shows that this foreign son is wealthy.

The child cried to find his mother, and Luo Qinghuo, who was a little drunk, came up and beat his son. This anger is not against the son, but at himself. Eight years of life have made me cowardly, and I feel sick to my current self.

Luo Qing has been kneeling in front of the tomb for a long time, and now it is almost dusk, his son was taken home by the two eldest brothers, and only Wang Yi and Luo Qing were left in the bleak tomb. Wang Yi looked at the blood-red tombstone and asked calmly, "Do you know who it is?" Luo Qing stared at the tomb bag in a daze, and said without emotion in his mouth, "Master, I'm tired, let's talk about it tomorrow." Wang Yi heard the anger coming from his heart, turned his head to look at Luo Qing, but when he saw Luo Qing's lost soul, he sighed and walked towards Luo Qing's house. Luo Qing was still kneeling there, looking down and not knowing what he was thinking.